Novel & Cerita Why Does Infidelity Hurt So Much

Rachel replied, knowing quite well that it's just a function of our monkey-mind for survival drives. "Why is Infidelity so painful ?" Audrey questioned with a sob as Dmitri's betrayal had hit at the core of her being. “The intensity of the pain shows how deeply your heart has honored your love," Rachel said while embracing her bestie. Not only Audrey was left with pain, but was left with distressing questions, “How could he ?” and the deeper question of, “Why did he betray her trust to begin with ?” "It's traumatic to know that Dmitri could stoop to this level and keep my baby a secret from me- the baby's mother, while enjoying life with his childhood friend," a grief-stricken Audrey choked

Yet there were times too when the womanly instinctive side of me kicked in so hard, it was not for any other issue than for the one that had been long pre-existing with men– infidelity. In a way I was suspecting him of infidelity and I didnt know why the case was coming up again despite me trying to keep it in check, it had always been there especially with the fact it had to do with that certain woman Amy . To me I felt infidelity was something built in every man m, it was something they couldn't get rid off no matter how they tried something that came naturally–Something symbiotic. You couldn’t separate the two. I shouldn't be feeling this way after having a child with him but I still felt

A part of me still held on to hope still, in a way I was hoping that he would be able to forgive everything that might have done. The hope was only an ember, barely flickering with light, because the idea that there would be other women willing to take my place cut through my mind in a way I couldn't ignore. The feeling left a straight cut deep in my chest, one that ached so heavily leaving a raw and bleeding feeling behind. I thought about his infidelity, I had thought it was the denominator in his relationship but then as it turned out I was the one hurt in the end. At the moment all I felt was pain and anxiety. You couldn’t separate the two. Andasking would be a fruitless endeavor.

I didn't think my heart could take the information he’d just thrown my way. My knees felt like they would give way and the earth beneath my feet would collapse, he hated me so much because I was the only reminder of my mother’s infidelity to him and nothing more. I sniffed and tried to calm my raging heart, it was as though my entire life had been a lie, one that had left me with countless scars.

As if that wasn't enough, I punched a hole in the wall. Why do I still care about her? I don't even have it in me to throw away her damn picture. I should be done with her. She hurt me! She betrayed our love! The pain of her infidelity cut deep. I felt a tightening in my chest. The Lycan in me wanted blood. All I could see was red.

He dropped his cutlery on the table and tried to stand up, only to bend forward from the pain. “David.” I shrieked. “I’m ok, Mom. I’ll be fine.” He mumbled. His voice was strained, and his face red. His lips were swollen again, and his heart was beating frantically. I helped him go to his office, and he lay down. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his breath. I left him and went to my office. His health was great. I knew that much. But these strange aches reminded me of only one thing. From the research I had done all these years, such pain was only described as infidelity pain; when a mate cheats on their other half.

Hot tears burned at my eyelids. How long was I going to continue in this manner? Would I get old until he accepted me as his mate? I didn't have an answer to the question and I didn't think anyone was going to answer me as well. It hurt. It hurt that I had to be disrespected again by Alexander. It hurt because it seemed I was the only one affected by his infidelity. It hurt more because I cared way too much and couldn’t reject him. I just couldn't because I might never get a chance at a second chance mate.

He had just commanded her to go. And why? To hide his infidelity for as long as he could. Her husband… the man she had begun to trust… had mistresses. The word itself burned in her mind, slicing into her heart until she felt she couldn’t breathe. Her chest tightened painfully, air refusing to come, and she forced herself to inhale deeply and exhale again, trying desperately to steady her shattered breathing. Oh God! The last time, she had somehow survived the heartbreak. But this time… this time she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

I nodded and then left. I wanted to believe her, because that was the side of her that I knew. She’d had also been through a lot and that had taught her how delicate people’s feelings were. It made her aware of how best not to hurt them. That was why I fell for her, and it was the same reason I couldn’t get rid of the distress I felt everyday after I found out her infidelity. Of all people, did it have to be me she betrayed? Why this way? When I thought through these things, it made it even harder to forget, to even talk of forgiveness. I still hoped I could find a way to do that, and move on.

Lara suddenly screeched, "She's lying to you, Tris! She's just saying this to spite you!" She tried to grab Tristan's arm, but he shook her off. Frost covered his eyes as he leveled a hard look at me. "Say that again, Genevieve." "How many times do I have to repeat myself?" The corner of my mouth twitched into a smirk. "Are you trying to tell me the loss of that ring hurts you more than when you cheated on me?" Tristan shot to his feet, the chair scraping against the floor with a piercing shriek. The other customers threw curious looks at him, but he was oblivious to them as he clenched his fists tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.